I am sometimes quite chatty, and sometimes totally silent. Depends on my mood and my seatmate.

I try not to make eye contact. If my seatmate greets me, I nod and smile. If they continue to try to talk to me, I will respond a little as is polite, then start reading a book. If they keep going, I get out the earbuds.

Of course, all bets are off if it's a hot guy.

It's the people who keep asking questions where there is no conversational spark or interest from my side. They get fictions spun for them

Sighhh... one of the five reasons I should be famous.

(Would make up lies to nosy questions, would give my kids super-soakers full of ink for paps, would move into an apartment with big-ass windows and walk around naked for a week until all the paps got it out of their systems, would comission limited edition works of art for all those Christmas presents I'm supposed to give to the other shiny people, would buy bling for my friends.)

would move into an apartment with big-ass windows

I hand't even realised Sir Mix-A-Lot was selling up.

Hee.

I'm talky so it's probably good that I get a bit shy and cloaked among strangers in urban environments or I might be one of those folks who drive you crazy on the plane.

Any thread people are talking about The Sing-Off on? Catching up on Ep 2 tonight. More peeves about this season than last season.

Tried to make myself continue to be productive - managed to fold two loads of laundry that have been sitting around for a while. Good to have that out of the way. Tomorrow my mom wants me to help her photograph and write ad copy for some of the small stuff from my grandma's estate. Which I'm happy to do - I just wish I could get some family help dealing with some of my own moving stuff. Unfortunately, I can't do it all by myself anymore.

Sing-off is being discussed in Nonfiction, which is my next thread to read.

I like chatting on planes, but I'm pretty good on picking up my next-seat-neighbor's receptivity to the idea. I've met some very nice people on planes and trains (back in college, I took Amtrak home for holidays).

The most fun I've had chatting with the person sitting next to me was when my sis, mom, and sis's friend and I were in NYC at Christmastime. We got half-off rooms at the Waldorf-Astoria and took cabs out for dinner. After our dinner in Chelsea one night, we loaded up into the cab and I ended up in the front seat. This cabbie was the stereotype of the old-school NY cabbie, lifelong older guy with the New Yawk accent who was a stitch to talk to. After we got out at the hotel (we had told the guy to drop us off at the tree at Rockefeller Plaza, but he told us it was too much of a pain for him to get there so we would have to walk the few blocks!), my sister told me she couldn't believe I conducted a 15 minute long conversation with the guy, but I thought he was fascinating.

My best plane conversation was on my flight back from England. She was pretty, petite, early thirties. She'd gone to Brown and studied semiotics in the 70s, then after graduation worked as a stripper/dancer for several years making good money and getting in incredible shape. She made her living in Manhattan as a combination voiceover artist/hand model.

I had a five hour layover in New Jersey before my flight back to San Francisco. She gave me a $20 so I could take the bus into NYC and bum around for a few hours instead of sit in the airport the whole time.

She was cool and interesting.

I bussed into the city and wandered around Port Authority and that was the only time I was actively solicited by a hooker on the street.

Rocks are even less judgmental than cats. ( and we all know how much cats care about what we are saying)

?? I agree on the not caring about what we say but they (or at least mine) are as judgemental as season 1 Cordelia. One of them, Shadow, always has this pinched expression and I can totally hear him thinking, "Oh, I do NOT approve." He's the Simon Cowell of judging.

I've never heard a ghost story where the pets didn't go absolutely bonkers. Not even one.

I'm only bringing this up because Liese is most likely asleep by now - but didn't she say the dog was outside? Maybe the dog was far enough away that his hackles weren't raised by the ghost or his ghost radar has low signal.

Just got back from Noah's xmas program which was an EPIC fail. During rehearsals he was a super loud enthusiastic singer, so they put him front and center. He proceeded to meltdown, screaming NO at the top of his lungs, growling and stomping his feet. Through the ENTIRE performance.

Oh no, poor Noah! That had to be hard to watch for you, so poor parents, too! And it's almost like your current tag is the summarized version of the evening.

I'm not usually chatty, especially with strangers, but I have my few and far between moments.

So, I woke up a couple of hours after I fell asleep, for absolutely no good reason, that I can tell. Hopefully I'll be able to get more rest tonight because 2 hours just isn't going to cut it.

I sometimes really enjoy talking to seatmates on flights, especially if the flight is particularly long. Normally, however, I just end up being too shy to initiate conversation.

The only time I desperately wanted to talk to someone on a plane was the first time I flew to China, and I was terrified, but the guy next to me only spoke Korean and so conversation was sort of out of the question.